Chapter 477

Irene froze. Isaac had a towel around his waist, but his entire body was still wet, and… there was a scarlet rash over every inch of his skin. Surprised, she asked, "What happened?" "That's my question. What did you put in my bath?" Isaac was frowning—the rash itched so badly! Irene quickly spoke into her phone. "Something just came up. I'll talk to you later." With that, she hung up and hurried into the bathroom and checked the bath, and somehow fished out a substance that could cause oversensitive skin. But she never put it in… How did it get in there? "Don't scratch," Irene told Isaac when she stepped out. "Just wait here. I'll get you an ointment—" However, Isaac grabbed her by the neck before she could leave, a menacing air spilling out of him as he growled, "You did this, didn't you?" Irene was suffocating and instinctively shielded her belly. "I have no reason to hurt you, Mr. Jefferson," she gasped. "It does me no good—there's a misunderstanding here, believe me."